Terror’s Stain…


I’ve heard many compelling statements about 9/11, but this touched me in a new way.

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Where were you that day?
When towers strong, fell
To broken rubble?
When dormant awareness of terror,
Anchored itself in full force,
To unsuspecting minds?
To unprepared hearts?

Where were you that day?
As the roar of evil,
Penetrated the world’s consciousness
Through the many cries
And frightened stares
Of those who could not,
Or those who would not,
Believe such an abhorrent truth to be real?

Where are you now?
Years later?
Protected by security codes,
Yellow, orange, red?
Do you hug your loved ones tighter?
Are your eyes open wider?
Did the violent few birth enhanced fear,
Which diminishes through denial
Amidst a busy year?

I remember where I was.
I know where I am.
I hug my loved ones tighter
With eyes open wider
Among many cries
And frightened stares
Of those who cannot,
Or those who will not,
Believe such an abhorrent truth to be…

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4 thoughts on “Terror’s Stain…

    • You know what they say about spiciness, variety, and life’s tastiness, Elizabeth. In answer to your well-wishes, sometimes I say I’m blessed out of my gourd, which is true if you take “gourd” as meaning understanding. God’s love is way out of my league, or as King David might have said, “I cannot attain to it.”

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